Adventures in Holland

by D. P. Marr

Important Note: Whenever you see the words "I", "my", or "me", know that I identify the memory as mine to draw it out of the original personality. All of these memories are from Michael. Essentially, practicing my technique allowed me access to them. Anytime that I say "my front (alter)", I am really talking about me, David.

Probably the strongest basis of any Illuminati bloodline in my lineage is my connection to the House of Orange-Nassau. This is evidenced by my conditioning as a young child, but most notably on my trips to Holland. I first learned to speak Dutch just when I was barely old enough to speak English. By the time I arrived in the Netherlands, I was fluent, and I had attained, as it seemed to me at the time, an important rank. I was 7 years old when I first remember travelling with my family to Holland. It would seem that most of these events occurred during my supposed “one-night” stay at a friend of a family friend’s house in Amsterdam.

Huis Ten Bosch (The Queen’s Abode)

One day, I remember driving down a long, private country road to an imposing, impressive palace. It had a huge driveway with a circular design in the middle. I was dropped off, I believe with my Mom at the time, but I don’t remember the details.

The next event I remember was standing in a room with expansive, towering walls, and I was admiring the exquisite artwork that covered every inch of it. There were religious depictions, mythological depictions, and just plain fantasy was portrayed as well. I remember wanting to climb one of the tables to get a better look at one of them, and then an older boy, slightly nerdy-looking, walked in. He asked who I was, and I gave him my name and my rank. I must not have shown him due respect, because he became most indignant and surly with me. He was one of the princes, the youngest in the household.

He then proceeded to show me, in a most academic fashion, some of the main rooms in the palace. One was the large, sunlit courtyard in the middle of the building. It had many, many different types of plants. There must have been a large sunroof stretching across the ceiling, because a great amount of sunlight managed to filter through. This was the room where the rituals took place, and I remember playing the piano(or organ?) on at least one occasion here.

The next area of memory coincides with Queen Beatrix’ arrival to the palace. The young princes made me stand watch inside the small, enclosed, gated area on one side of the steps leading up to the palace’s entrance. All I could think was that these younger princes were giving me a hard time, and I couldn’t help feeling like I was a caged wild animal needing to be quarantined. I think Prince Claus came out and chastised the boys a little bit for putting me in there. Instead, I awaited the Queen in the front entryway, on the bench. When she finally arrived, I was astounded at how beautiful and warm she was, seeming to have a gentle and nurturing spirit. She commented on how handsome and well-mannered I was. She then told me about the dishes that were on display in the cabinets there, and let me know who all the people were in the paintings on the wall.

Next, I remember spending a great deal of time in the Garden Room. I must have had some designation as a knight or something similar, because I remember having to watch over the room for a few hours (I think the Queen was probably just humoring me). I remember feeling like this job totally fit my rank and duty, fit what I was trained to do. I remember having a real sense of pride as I examined all the different objects in the room, maintaining a constant surveillance. The Queen came and invited to go somewhere else at a certain point.

There was another time that I was in the Garden Room, carrying out a similar duty. The young princes came in and were anxiously preparing the room, and then waiting by the steps leading into the room. They were all very excited, incessantly informing me that the Queen was coming to take them outside to play in the garden (backyard). I was a pretty impudent kid, because I couldn’t help thinking “big deal”. When she finally came in, the boys all rushed over to greet her and accompany her outside. I must have felt like I wasn’t invited, or it wasn’t proper for me to go with them, because I stayed at the side of the room and watched them. The Queen saw me, and lovingly and gently asked me to come outside with them. When we were outside, everyone was playing near the fountain. At some point, Queen Beatrix asked me to take a private walk with her in the main garden area. I just remember walking along the gravel walkway with her, a path aligned with beautiful flowers on each side. She pointed out a Duke who was portrayed in the statue out there, and showed me the strange piece of artwork that was at the end of the walkway. I don’t recall the full extent of what we were discussing, but I do remember her saying that I was talented and good-looking, and we seemed to talk a little bit about my future in the conversation. She really had a loving, intuitive nature at times. This was the side she would show to me most often.

I seemed to befriend the princes at the palace, especially one in particular, which I believe was Prince Johan Friso. He showed me all the secret passages and corridors between the rooms at the palace. Most notably, he brought me up a steep climb in a very dark, narrow hall to the top of the painting on one side of the Oranjez room. He removed a panel that was actually part of the painting (the torso of a horse) and let me climb out and stand on the ledge, which was actually the roof of a door ledge. Queen Beatrix figured out where we were and what we were doing and yelled at Johan to get me off the ledge because she feared that I would fall; she was looking down at us from the top balcony in the room. At another time, we played hide-and-go-seek before bedtime. I would run through all the secret corridors and into different rooms. By chance, I ran into a room (the Green Salon) where Queen Beatrix and a few of her friends were having a chat. I was scared I would be reprimanded for barging in so carelessly, but she graciously introduced me to her friends that were there, and then I went on about the game with Johan.

Perhaps during the same night, we were all awakened for the ritual. I remember everyone fumbling around at the same time, leaving their rooms with haste. My mom and I were both nervous about our roles for the event. I felt very much like my mom and I were a close-knit team who depended on each other in our jobs. That is why I get the feeling that she is a singer. A fact which is completely laughable in light of my front’s life, since she can hardly sing on key and always claims that she can’t sing. But I will admit that I’ve always felt like she just “psych”s herself out. She was a singer and some sort of narrator. I remember getting to the inner courtyard in the center of the palace, the place where the ritual was to take place. I arrived there early, and some other musician assisted me in my preparation to play the organ. As the ritual started, and I was playing, I remember feeling extremely nervous, but somewhat confident in my ability, and my mom also comforted me in her integral role in the music. I remember that there were points where the Queen didn’t seem happy with some of my choices, but for the most part, she liked what I was doing. The whole event took place on a raised platform with all manner of plants surrounding it. The Queen presided over it from her giant darkened throne.

I also remember Queen Beatrix giving me a little tour of some of the rooms in the palace. On this occasion, I remember the Japanese Salon in particular. She let me climb up on the chair to take a closer, more detailed observation of the unusual but beautiful picnic cabinet. I opened it’s doors and looked at it for a while. The Queen had an impressive knowledge of the features and history of all the artwork in the palace.

Noordeinde Palace

Some very unusual things took place at this palace. My ego seemed to be stroked excessively by my visit here. It appears that my mom dropped me off to spend the day with the Queen while she went about her everyday business. For most of the visit, there was a girl about my age accompanying us.

The first room I remember was the Gallery. Many of the Queen’s friends were chatting in their little cliques, and she would bring us around and introduce us. All of the visitors seemed very friendly and accepting.

Later, Queen Beatrix requested me to come and meet more people. It seemed to be the same friendly crowd that was in the Gallery earlier. One woman who was sitting on a bench next to the mirror on one of the far ends of the room approached me and we had a long conversation. After a while, the Queen spotted me and could kind of tell I was getting bored or uncomfortable, so she asked me to go play on the piano (or organ?) in the private room next to us. This was a very finely crafted instrument; it felt very nice to the touch. My main talent must have been (and maybe still is) improvisation, because I just started playing random chord progressions with melodic lines on the other hand. There was a woman (maybe the same woman from the conversation earlier?) sitting in the chair next to me while I was playing. Her eyes would light up and she would smile and applaud when I would conclude a piece. However, I had a bit of a hard time winning over the rest of the crowd; they were an elite bunch who had an exquisite, well-developed taste for art. I had an uncanny sense of this as I was playing the first piece. When I came to the conclusion, the Queen looked over and smiled and applauded for me. What seemed rather humorous was that, as she was clapping, she gave a stern, commanding look to the rest of the group, after which they all turned around and started enthusiastically applauding me.

Later, the Queen, the other children, and I entered the Back Hall, which contained the upstairs staircase entryway. The room was truly magnificent- it had a heavenly tone as it was arrayed completely in white and had majestic pillars surrounding the staircase. Queen Beatrix let us know that she was going to attend a private meeting for a while, so she instructed the other kids to sit down on the benches, and I was given the duty of watching them. I was free to walk around the room and admire all of the furnishings, provided I kept an eye on the children.

The Royal Archives

I think this place is near Noordeinde Palace. I believe Prince Claus (but I can’t be sure it was him) gave me a little tour of the building after my day at the Palace. First we came to the front entryway, which was elaborately decorated with the coat-of-arms of the royal family and all of the stadholders throughout the generations. He told me who most of them belonged to, even the one for my particular branch of the family. Unfortunately, I was not paying very close attention to this because I could really care less at the time. He also told me that the trophy vases were a gift to the monarchy from my branch of the family. What was really weird is that he didn’t turn on the light while we were looking at all of these items. It soon became apparent why a little bit later, though. Before we left the room, he raped me.

We then entered the main hallway. He began telling me where all of the doors led to, but I was still too distraught and enraged to listen to him. But to tell you the truth, I almost deserved it considering what I did at Noordeinde(I shouldn’t mention what that was). He badgered me a little bit and told me to shut up, as if it weren’t that big of a deal in what he did.

He then took me into the Library. He said that he had heard that I was a well-read little boy, and that I might like to spend some time here, but we were on a tight schedule. There was a small reading room at the end of the hallway that he wanted to show me, but I became upset at him again and refused to go with him over there. So we went back to the hallway.

Next, he brought me up the stairs to the main museum gallery. He made it very clear that this was not just the Orange-Nassau family museum, but that this was my family’s museum, and that I should appreciate everything that I see in there. The bottom floor of it contained a lot of frilly, feminine items, so I didn’t spend too long down there since I didn’t have a lot of time. The upper floor, which was really just a long corridor of displays covering three sides of the room, contained many of the awards and battle armor of the clan. I got a special delight out of observing the spears and swords. It was at this point that the man came up the staircase to tell me that it was time to leave. I was really disappointed that I had to go, but I also didn’t trust the guy.

We went all the way back outside, and I took one last look at the facade. He told me to go wait by a section of the fence that had a secret gate, and that my parents would come and pick me up shortly from the other side. Sure enough, my mom and dad were there right on time.

The Royal Palace - Amsterdam

I remember the day I went here, from my front alter’s memory. My family was kind of dispersed looking at different sections of shops on the closed off, cobblestone street. I was really dazed and somehow got lost for a while, but my family barely seemed to notice. Where I really went was to this palace. Some strange, burly man escorted me into the building as I approached it. He took me into the basement and gave me some torture, and said that if I told anyone about the tour I was about to have in the palace, there would be hell to pay. I then met my dad at the elevator. We arrived at the Citizen’s Hall floor, in one of the small corridor sections. My father told me to get out, and then wait for some person giving me the tour; he would come get me later.

As I stepped out, a very friendly man called me by one of my Illuminati alter names. I immediately trusted him, and he brought me out into the main section of the hall. Where I went next I do not remember; I will just list the rooms I visited though they are not in chronological order at this point.

He took me into the Throne Room. There is a small table on one end of the hall; we entered this from one of the doors on this side. There was group of men sitting at this table conducting some sort of negotiation. My tour guide told me to watch and listen to them for a while. The we travelled across the room.

We also went to the Moses Room which had a giant picture stretching across an entire wall. It depicted Moses addressing the children of Israel at the foot of Mt. Sinai. The guide thought I would take a particular interest in the painting since I was very religious, and also a form of artist myself, and indeed I did enjoy it. I spent about 5 or 10 minutes looking at it.

At one point, I waited for a while in the Execution Chamber, which is really furnished like a business office, because the guide had to go somewhere. I remember thinking that the lamps looked really weird, and I wondered who the fat lady was in the painting. I was afraid to touch anything or sit down. Finally, he came back.

I remember waiting in the Burgomaster area. I immediately wanted to know what was behind one of the inside windows. I asked my tour guide if I could take a look. He told me to climb up on the couch and take a look, which he helped me to do. It overlooked the Tribunal area, which was a long way down from the window’s position.

We entered the Tribunal area, in which he proceeded to relate a very somber tale of the many souls who suffered and were punished here. I really did not care as much as he did about it, and I think he could sense it, so he got a little bit peeved at me. But I was very impressed by the sculptures engraved on the wall.

At this point, I don’t really remember how I left the palace.

Muiderslot

I visited this castle on my ‘ 82 trip, and here I was accompanied by the Queen and my mother.

The first thing I remember was that Queen Beatrix was going to have some private meeting inside, presumably with my mom. She told me to wait outside and guard the entrance from the bottom of the steps, while she climbed the short stairway and entered the door. I was annoyed that I couldn’t go in, and I started daydreaming while I was out there. I think she came out at one point to test me, and she caught me off-guard. She then gave me a stern reprimand.

Then the Queen showed me around the top levels of the castle, showing the various turrets. I recall thinking that the stone catapult boulders were strange, and she told me about them. She also let me touch them, and try to lift one, but of course I couldn’t.

She also took me to the Ridderzaal (Knight’s Room) where a council of three men were waiting at a table. She said I would have to answer their questions while she waited outside. She did tell them to be nice to me, though. I think this is where I had a test for my Dutch knighthood. I remember that I passed the test, and Queen Beatrix came out and congratulated me.

The only other memory of the castle I have at this point is visiting the garrison where all the knights’ armor was. I was allowed to freely walk anywhere I wanted in the room, and I took a particular interest in the spears. My mom proudly admired me from behind the railing while I told her my opinions about all of the pieces of armor. At one point, the Queen greeted my mom, and they had a light conversation while I busied myself with collection.

Queen Beatrix Programming

These sessions mostly took place at the Water Purification Plant in Enkhuizen. During each stay in the Netherlands (at least 2), I developed a closer and closer relationship with the queen. I should probably not say why here. She basically oversaw a major amount of programming of me that occurred in this country. Each time I had a session, I would be heavily drugged, and then I would take private walk with her afterward.

The most pernicious part of this programming was the section in which she claimed that she owned my heart, and that no one else could have it. She began this part when I was 7 years old, and added onto it each time I went back to the Netherlands. The rest are private details that I will not discuss here.